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Thursday, September 21, 2017


Elle est belle
Et Elle est forte.

Elle écoute
Et Elle entend.

Elle est Partout
Et comprend.

Elle demande
Et Elle accepte.

Elle offre
Et Elle reprend .

Elle a tord
Ou raison.

Elle est tendresse
Et Elle est douce.

Elle est passion
Et Elle est fougue.

Elle a grand coeur
Et Grands espoirs.

Elle est courage
Et Elle est rêve.

Elle aime
Et Elle déteste.

Elle est joie
Douleur et colère.

Friday, September 15, 2017

I Have

I've seen you laugh
With those who make you Happy.

I've seen you smile
With the women who make you Happy.

I've yet  to see you angry
In this world we both, share Sadly .

But I've seen you sad
In pain, at lost and very much hurt , Sadly.

I've see you worried
About the well being of friends and family.

I've seen you proud
About happenings of this beautiful family.

I've seen you fed up
A few times you needed to be near me.

But i've never seen you happy
Smile, worry, angry or proud anywhere near me.


Friday, September 8, 2017

Sometimes it Hurts

Sometimes it hurts.
To be, to see,
To hear, to fear.
Sometimes it heals.

People go out of their way,
To do the things that harm you.
They seek to do away
With every bit of you.

People never intended to hurt you.
It just turned out that way.
You happened to be in their way,
And they needed to deal with you.

People are totally unaware of your presence
It's you who get hurt all by yourself, you know.
Your identity being the epitome of irrelevance,
Your wounds therefore impossible for them to know.

It hurts.
Pain is a witness.
Pain is a testimony.

A wound has been identified.
A wound means you survived.
Because pain is relief.

Friday, September 1, 2017

Will you try ...

When the rain comes rushing down,
Will you come looking for me?
When it rains cords in the town
Will you rush to be beside me?

When the storm rages outside,
Will you try to comfort me?
When it storms in my mind,
Will you seek to apaise me?

When the wind reaks havok in its path,
Will you fight for you, for me?
When it blows away all my strength in its rath,
Will you be strong enough for you and me?

Friday, August 25, 2017

Je peux guérir

Ne m'en veux pas si mes mots ne t'adressent pas.
Dix jours, dix mois, dix ans sans toi.
Ce n'est pas grave, ainsi s'arrête mon toi et moi.
Tu m'as déjà oubliée, maintenant à moi.

Je peux rire, sourire.
J'ai pu guérir.
Je vois l'avenir.
Je ne vais pas mourir.

Ne m'en veux pas si je ne pense que peu de toi.
Dix jours, dix mois, dix ans si loin de toi.
C'est assez pour nourir la fin de toi et moi.
Tu m'as déjà oubliée, penses-tu que je n'y arriverais pas.

Je vais survivre.
Je vais pouvoir vivre.
Le coeur ouvert, plus de givre,
L'esprit clair, plus du tout ivre.

Ne m'en veux pas si je ne dis plus je t'aime toi.
Dix jours, dix mois, dix ans valent plus que ça.
Ce n'est point grave si notre histoire s'arrête là.
Tu m'as déjà oubliée, alors à moi : "Adieu, à toi."